In my impression, I don't seem to have offended anyone, except for my mouth is a little tricky, and my speech is a little unpleasant, I can be regarded as an old-fashioned warm-hearted, and I haven't offended ghosts, but why do ghosts always trouble me five times or three times?

Is it really as the cow madman said, that ghost can't kill me to get angry with Old Man Li?

No, cow madmen often chatter, ghosts are always rectums and will not bend, pay attention to karma, revenge and revenge, how can they anger others?

Also, the cow madman has been mysteriously always unable to see people these days, what has he done?

I lay under the covers and couldn't stop thinking about it, and I don't know what time I thought of it, and I fell asleep.

I think about it day and night, and my heart is not steady, so I naturally sleep unsteadily, and I always have nightmares in a daze.

For a while, it was old man Li walking back and forth in front of my kang with a crutch, and the crutches knocked on the ground with a bell, but he couldn't get out.

For a while, my mother cried and cried out in pain, and kept stuffing the internal organs that fell on the ground into the abdominal cavity.

In a moment, the skinned corpse of the big head hung from the beam directly above me, swinging back and forth, shaking off my slimy blood.

I felt so uncomfortable that I wiped my face, and it was wet......

Yes! Blood?

I woke up and sat up suddenly, sweating profusely, and the sweat had soaked a large sheet of bed.

I looked up and glanced at the corner where the cow madman slept, and it was so dark that I couldn't see if there was anyone there. Looking out the window again, it was moonlight outside.

I don't know what time it will be.

The moonlight seemed to be blocked out, and it didn't penetrate into the house at all, the inside and outside of the house were bright and dark, forming a stark contrast, and an inexplicable fear struck, I grabbed the jujube sword and held it tightly in my arms, and got up boldly, groped my way to the offering table, and just found a match to light a candle......

"They're coming, and they're going to die!" The sound was really ugly, like someone was gnawing a piece of glass, and like two metal lumps rubbing hard.

I was almost scared to death by this sudden sound, and my heart suddenly hung in my throat, and I couldn't breathe.

What's going on? Who's out there? Is it a human or a ghost?

I held the jujube sword and trembled and listened carefully, but there was no sound outside.

What do you mean? They're coming! Who are they? Will there still be dead people?

I seriously suspect that I was hallucinating because I was too nervous.

However, the voice sounded again: "Niu Sihai, aren't you making trouble for yourself?" At that time, I told you, you can't have this child, you have to keep it......"

"Who said that? I don't know what happened yet? I asked you to help you think of a way, not to let you come with hindsight? Now there's a for talking about this? ”

The voice of a cow maniac!

I let out a long sigh of relief, and my hanging heart gradually relaxed. It turned out to be a cow madman talking to people outside. When did he come back? The black light is blind and the light is not the lamp, you want to scare me to death?

"Or, you teach him some skills so that he can defend himself......"

"Alas! You think I haven't thought about it? You don't know where this kid came from, I'm afraid that he has learned to be the one who is in trouble, and who can control him when the time comes? The first time, I sealed his yin and yang eyes with a mouthful of old phlegm, I thought I could seal it for nine years, but who knew that after only seven years, he broke through. I pulled down my old face and got him a basin of urine for my decades-old boy, and it's only been two years! ”

"You can't go on like this......"

"You don't have to forget this child's background!" The cow madman suddenly mentioned my background.

Could it be that the person who cut me out of my mother's belly back then knew that I was not dead and chased me here?

For the murderer of my mother, I hated it to the core, when I was very young, I saw other people's children being held in my mother's arms, snuggled and coquettish, and I could only hide in the corner and secretly fantasize about my mother's appearance in addition to envy and jealousy.

What does a mother look like? Her hands must be soft, soft, her arms must be very warm, and her body must be fragrant, but no matter how much I fantasize about beauty, I will finally think of my mother's tragic death.

Before she died, my grandmother said that my mother's hands were tied to the back of the chair when she was killed, and now I understand that my mother is the clearest and most intuitive recently, watching the murderer cut open her stomach, watching the blood splatter, watching the internal organs fall out of the box, and watching me slip out of her stomach......

How cruel was this, and what kind of pain and despair did she experience at the end of her life?

When I think about it too much, endless resentment arises in my heart.

I hate the murderer of my mother, who made me born without a mother; I hate the cow maniac, he has always refused to teach me Taoism, and has sealed my yin and yang eyes several times, which obviously does not want me to take revenge; I hate God, why let me live, but let me live in fear; I hate myself even more, I obviously have superpowers that others don't have, but I can't do anything about what is in front of me and my mother's death......

Childhood is the cornerstone of a person's life structure, what kind of seed is sown at this time, what kind of life will be achieved in the future, a seed of hatred has been sown in my heart from the bottom, I have always told myself to carry a sea of blood and hatred, and I must take revenge when I grow up.

Now the seed has taken root.

I have begged the bull madman to teach me several times, but he refused, he said that the cultivator is small for cultivating the mind, and the big is concerned about the common people in the world, I am too angry, and the Xuanmen Taoism will only become a sharp blade for killing people in my hands.

"Can you suppress it? This child was born with a keen sense of spirit, which is different from ordinary people......"

"I've got my own measure!" The cow madman seemed to be angry, and after saying that, he pushed the door and entered the house.

Seeing me standing next to the offering table in a daze, holding a jujube wood sword, I thought I had been stimulated by something and became stupid.

He lit the candle, looked at me for a long time, shook his hand in front of my eyes, and asked cautiously, "Changsheng, what's wrong with you kid?" ”

I watched him open his mouth, but before he could say anything, he pouted and began to cry, as if he had been greatly wronged.

After pondering for a while, the cow madman thought of something, found a vacant place at random, and sat down.

"Since you've heard it all, then I won't hide it from you."

I nodded with tears in my eyes.

"People only know that I have such skills, but they don't know that I am burdened with great cause and effect. You must have heard of the five disadvantages and three shortcomings, right? These five evils refer to widowhood, widowhood, loneliness, loneliness, and disability, and the three shortcomings are money, power, and life. My old cow is the one who occupies the loneliness and the loneliness. ”

"I died in my early years, became an orphan, and later had no wife, no children, and a single ......"